Spicy Dark Romance Novels & Stories

“Look at you… gagging on your stepson’s cock in the middle of the throne room like a desperate whore. So fucking messy.” I pulled back gasping for air. Without thinking, I slapped the heavy, spit-soaked shaft against my cheek, then rubbed it all over my face smearing my own spit across my lips, cheeks, and forehead like a depraved slut. I looked up at him with teary, lust-drunk eyes as I rubbed his throbbing cock over my face, kissing and licking every veiny inch. “You’re so fucking big…” I whimpered. Soren’s smirk was sin. He gripped his cock and slapped it against my tongue a few times before shoving it back into my mouth, thrusting deeper than before.

Each kiss was light, teasing, making Bianca's body arch up involuntarily seeking more contact. Anna's hands continued their work, massaging and stroking while her lips explored. She kissed along Bianca's collarbone, down to the top of her chest where the red lace began. Bianca's hands came up to grip the sheets beneath her. Her body was moving now, responding to every touch and kiss with movements she could not control. A rhythm building between them that had nothing to do with conscious thought. Anna's mouth moved lower, kissing through the lace, her hands working the muscles of Bianca's sides. Everything she did seemed calculated to drive Bianca crazy, to build heat that was becoming almos

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The sun finally dipped below the jagged horizon of the Blackwood Range, and with it, the human mask I wore during the day began to itch. I sat across from her in our small, cozy cottage-the domestic lie we lived. To her, I was Thorne, the quiet woodsman who had rescued her from the city's chaos. She didn't see the shadow that lived behind my eyes, nor did she feel the way my marrow burned with a hunger that only her blood and her sex could sate.

Alesso and Nora are madly in love with each other and I honestly want them to be married. Luciano made it clear that he will not indulge in this matter till one of them talks to him about it first. We returned home after that and since then life has been going same. My stomach growls again and finally I look at Luciano's sleeping figure. My head is on his chest while he has his strong arm wrapped around me. I am hungry and I just want to eat something. I am craving something spicy and it is increasing by every passing second. “Luciano?” I tap lightly on Luciano’s chest.

With that, the tense atmosphere between them became much more relaxed than it had been. For lunch, Matthew took Christina to a western restaurant close to the office and ordered a lot of spicy food. Christina felt weirded out by this. Matthew used to be a picky eater that refused to eat anything that had to do with chilli, yet somehow he ordered spicy food today. What was up with him today? They did not sit for long before they found themselves being surrounded by a small mob. “I’ve finally got you!” Philip had brought four lackeys along with him as he glared ferociously at the pair. It seemed that he was here to pay back on what had happened yesterday.

He then went off and I put him to the side so that I could have some space for the plate the waiter ought to bring back with him. “So, did you enjoy the movie?” Ashton kicked off a conversation. “Yes, I did. You?” “It was ok, but not my best movie though”, he said. “Oh, really? And what are your best movies?” “Well, I’m the horror type of guy. I’m not into chick flicks or even musicals. I just watch them for passing time, that’s all”, he added. I laughed at that and said, “Oh well, I guess we are opposites. I don’t watch horror, at all. It gives me nightmares, so horror movies are a no-go area for me.”

Heat spreads through my blood, loud and impossible to ignore. Then he lifts me back up. Air rushes into my lungs. I cough and gulp, heart racing. His arms stay locked around me, solid and close. I’m pressed against him, chest to chest, and all I can breathe in is Dominic Vance. Spice. Heat. Bergamot and hot pepper. The scent sinks into me and makes everything worse. The fire in my chest doesn’t calm. It grows. He watches me closely, eyes slow and intent, then drags his tongue over his lips like he’s savoring the moment.

he said he and accelerated the exit into me. "Ohhh" "Ugh ugh" "fuck you delicious ugh" "ohh shif faster" "tight tight you ugh" "Ohhh" "Ahh Ahh Ahh" "ugh" "fuck your tight" You hear nothing in the room but a whole growl and a moan. A moment later we were both reached our orgasm. "I love you" I said "I love you too and the starry night witness how much I love you" he said. end :) A/N: Don't forget to rate this story! Merry Christmas!

We lay there in the dark, the city lights flickering in the distance. "I love you guys," she whispered, her voice barely a thread. "We love you, Gabriella," Arden said. "Always," Brent added. I just pulled her closer, claiming her lips fiercely, my heart beating in time with hers. The war was over. The game was won. And the prize was the only thing that ever mattered. Her. She would be ours forever. Ours to break, to fuck, to tame, to ruin. Our pretty princess and our submissive little slut. Our sweet Gabriella. THE END

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.